Heh. Many years ago, I rode up to Spaulding Bowl on a coral reef death cookie day, knowing it was gonna suck but feeling like I had to give it a shot. It was as bad as it could be. But after skiing down, I turned to my friend and said "that was great". She thought I was nuts, but I explained it the way you just did; we skied steep alpine terrain in flat light with terrible conditions, and that counts for something.